User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-26024035-20160423071201

The vole's purse dropped to the ground with a chink of coin. The sound of the golden, glittering coins crashing to the ground was soon followed by the hiss of steel against leather as the vole drew the dagger from his belt and drove it into the back of one of the stoats. The attack was purely in the spur of the moment, the vole surprising even himself as he stared at the stoat.